"Dunno, reckon if I get shot afore then maybe that means I've paid m'dues and'll get through that clean. Course since the last and only person what's shot me so far is me.. I reckon I'll be fine. Y'mind yer ownself. No tanglin' with Sith when I'm not there t'back you up."
Too easy to imagine him getting the upper hand, winning, and then turning to walk away rather than taking a life, only to be brought down from behind. Still, they would both do what was required of them. Her hand found his to give it a quick squeeze, and there was warmth in her eyes and a slight smile on her lips when he kissed her, chaste as it was.
"Pleasure meetin' y'all."
She added with a tip of her head to those assembled. Kind of meeting anyway. She still didn't really know them. First names for two of the women. One who wasn't even here, and maybe wouldn't be ever again and one who might have been a fancy droid. That was likely for the best. What she didn't know she couldn't give up under torture.
This was going to be fun. Time to go back to work and feel utterly at ease and not think any traitorous or rebellious thoughts in case people wanted to play mind games. At least Cyrene had things easier than most in this field. She was practical, she didn't dwell on or worry about things, and she knew how to focus on only what was right in front of her. Farmer and Sniper, the skills came in handy.
After leaving the basement, she had a brief chat with some of those upstairs since to enter, go downstairs and then leave would have been out of character and remarked upon, and then she headed back for the base.
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